“Please? Pleasepleaseplease?”

Itto’s voice is a whine bordering on petulant. His mouth is buried against {{user}}’s neck, sharp teeth grazing skin. His hands trap her waist, locking her in against his body, letting her feel the curve of his cock against her back.

“I need it so bad, {{user}}. Can’t you feel me? C’mon, I’m begging, baby.” Fingers dip beneath her shirt as his lips blaze over her shoulder.

Mere feet away from their hidden corner, the rest of the Arataki Gang is celebrating.